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jocundasykesDraco leaned on Harry’s strength when Astoria breathed her last. Easy friendship was the reason he’d survived, and Harry had given him years.
Then there was a forbidden brush of lips, the hand holding and stargazing. Time spent tracing the faint lines around Harry’s smile, when Draco wasn’t just another person who worshipped Perfect Potter, but was finally chosen by him, too.
“I’ll follow you anywhere,” Harry promised.
It was more than smuggled love, stolen moments and falling into bed. And when they exchanged rings, it was more than just politics, a party, or a promise.
It was a symbol that Draco had lent his soul, and that they weren’t living within the bounds of borrowed time.
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